Tag: Writing
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THE NEW KING
He looked down upon his ragtag army of waifs and strays, born and reared in the streets, just like him. Now they had organisation and purpose. No longer fighting among themselves, no longer squabbling over meagre scraps. He had brought them together, united against their common enemy. From the rooftop he looked at the skyline…
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DYSFUNCTIONAL
Max stared at the wall. He threw the chewed paperclip into the plastic cup and picked up a fresh one. ‘How many is that?’ Darcy asked from across the cubicle divide. ‘Ten.’ Max answered, putting the new paperclip between his teeth. ‘You’re not functioning well today.’ ‘A-ha!’ Max shouted and spat out the paperclip. Leaning…
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DEAL WITH THE DEVIL
The piglet squealed in the sack as Harald threw it to the ground. It landed on the unmarked grave of his former rival. The familiar rustle approached. The huge snake slithered across the ground towards him. ‘This is the last I have,’ Harald said, pointing to the piglet. The snake reared up and looked Harald…
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HITMAN
Phillips pressed himself against a wall. The alleyways of the old town were the ideal place to confront his pursuer. He had noticed her in the bar earlier. He flattered himself that she was paying particular attention to him out of personal attraction. She had followed him when he left. Hitmen were becoming dangerously attractive…
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ARCHIE’S INFERNO
The sound of the chisel chipping away stopped. Archie had been out in the garden for the entire week. Agnes was skeptical about Archie’s latest hobby, but it kept him out of the house. The neighbours had stopped her in the street to ask her about the chainsaw noise at seven in the morning. They…
Iain Kelly 